one last look
at the mountains
that remind me of all sorts of things
reminders of the obstacles
and the space
i feel between you and i
reminders of the up-comings
and downfalls
most importantly,
reminders of the times
i've climbed up such a steep *****
just to get to you
the trees
bring out my growth
the wind
it blows and sounds like all of the listeners
spreading tiny secrets all over
and when they fall,
that's when we did too.
when the leaves change color
either brighter, to spread love
or darker to share hate
and resentment
that's what i recall
being overlooked